Icarus
Had I wings as he Perhaps I would have chosen Rather to die well Flying, foolish, and sun-warmed Than die hopeless, in the dark. postscript For day 25. Tanka, based on this week's prompt.…
She Is
She takes the wind in hand And scatters rain Leaving footsteps on mountain faces. She speaks life and storms And whispers gently. Reckon not with her Nor call her lovely But see beyond her eyes Into her mind. She knows the wildest fury Of the city Lit at night with…
Pilgrim
Despite my lying prone beneath the weight Of haste-invented reasons not to try Still, the burning lights will not abate. No fear within or out assails my eye To cripple what is left of my ascent Or stand between the voids, the goal, and I. The waves may batter shores…
Cheese
What must the sonnet bend its form around? What must the ode give tribute to, or laud? To what belongs the metered verse, or sound Of rhyming couplets? Let them describe God And let them speak of love and justice well. It seems to fit the villanelle to sing Of…
Sight of Stars
The sight of stars in growing dark Lends the soul a comfort still Knowing darkness will not fill The night completely; no, a spark Is always there, no matter where Your thoughts may lead you; blank and stark. The doubt will come again, it will-- But stars will light your…
Brighter Still
The road is paved with light which welcomes dreamers Out of deserts, into gardens Only to remember In the desert The stars shone brighter still. postscript For day 20.…
So Help Me
I knew you when you cried And I caught your tears. We're the same age, But you're my heart's daughter, Really. He'd better deserve you now And work hard to deserve you forever because so help me I'll punch him…
Heartsore
I am too far from where the rains descend. I am divided from the cool of shore And grey of sea. And where the river wends is far beyond my grasp. Oh, go before and reconcile the stars with where they end and I begin; I am not anymore. Until…